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Show 153 "My dear, I have two strong hands. I can find a job of work anywhere. Mayo has only one good hand. He has to do what Harry Ward tells him to, or lose the first job he's had in years." Maggie Rose stared at him for a long moment. "You're a fool, Hugo," she said, her expression softening. "A sainted fool. Make sure to dress warm when you go out. And Karl, wear your galoshes. It's bitter outside." Karl suddenly remembered Andy, outside in the cold woodshed. Throwing on his coat, he said, "Pop, give me just a minute. I have to run to the outhouse." "Are you getting sick?" his mother asked him. "You just went a little while ago." "I'll be right back." Karl raced through the back yard and pushed open the door to the woodshed. "Andy, something came up. I have to go out with my pop for a while, but it's not even eight o'clock yet, so I ought to be back in plenty of time before you leave." "Just hurry," Andy said through chattering teeth. Then, because he was nervous, Karl really did have to use the outhouse. To save time, he rebuttoned his pants while he was hurrying back to the house. "Look at all that snow on you," Maggie Rose scolded. "Pull your eap down farther over your ears, and button your overcoat all the way up. You too, Hugo. What a night to go arresting big-shots!" "Charles Bonner may be a big-shot," Hugo told her, "but I have one thing he doesn't have. A wife! Poor Charles Bonner doesn't know what he's missing, not having a wife to nag him." |